Bass and Houde are driving, Houde driving, Bass in the passenger seat. Papers are covering his entire body, and he just keeps looking over them, with a wild look in his eyes.
Bass: Damn, where did he find this character from? I never even heard of Freedom Girl before...
Houde: I think you need to relax.
Bass: Can't right now, I need to figure out this plot line.
Houde: It's impossible man, there's no way to figure it out
Bass: I CAN DO IT! I'M THE NEXUS!
Houde gives Bass a weird look.
Houde: Nexus?
Bass: Yes, the Damn Nexus, the creator of the Traitor Manifesto, the semifinalist of the most popular UC member, the person who found Loki in Ultimates 1, me, the damn Nexus, and I can't figure out this PLOT! WHY STARGIRL!
Houde: Cause she look shot in spandex?
Bass: Houde, every comic book girl looks hot in Spandex.
Houde: One lady, Amanda Walters.
Bass: Point
Houde: I bet you Skotti looks hot in spandex.
Bass: Get off of Skotti already, we need to focus.
Houde: Hey, those people are screaming, should we stop?
Bass: Naw
Houde: We're police, shouldn't we stop?
Bass: Is there a fat bald guy with a quill out there?
Houde: No
Bass: Then leave it be.
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In the middle of the screaming.
Girl: What did he do to you?
Guy: I don't know, I was just standing here, then, then, he took off my shirt and put on this pink one, with a hat, and a tie. And I'm wearing sunglasses, AT NIGHT!
Girl: THe horror! But, those are some nice khaki's
Guy: They feel good against my skin too. Like how he did my hair?
Girl: That is nice, let's go back to my place.
Guy: Sure, as long as you don't mess the hair.
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Nurhachi and MWoF arrive at DIrishB's Bungalow.
Nur: We called, why all the lights off
They knock on the door, Doc Comic answers, in a grey robe.
Doc Comic: Enter mere mortals
Nur: Mortals?
MWoF: Who you calling mere? Where's DIrishB?
Doc Comic: Come on guys, play with it
Nur: Alright fine, lead the way
Doc Comic: Can you call me gatekeeper?
MWoF: No
They enter the bungalow, and find DIrishB on the couch, also dressed ina robe.
Doc Comic: Master, they are here.
DIrishB: Leave us be
Doc Comic: Sure, hey, you guys want funyons?
DIrishB: Dammit Doc Comic, I'm trying to have an atmosphere here
Doc Comic: Oh yeah, sorry, would you like onions that are fun?
MWoF: Sure, can I also get Dew from the Mountains?
Doc Comic: We're out, how about some Up to the Seven?
MWoF: Naw, I'll pass, what about Adams, the Sam version?
Doc Comic: Yeah, we got some, you too Nur, I mean, mortal?
Nur: Whatever, DIrishB, we need your help
DIrishB: I hear you need my help
A pause
Nur: I just told you that
DIrishB: I was using my ability to predict what your going to say
Nur: Your not making sense
DIrishB: You think I''m not making sense
Another pause
Nur: Can I shot him?
MWoF: No, we need his help
DIrishB: I knew you were going to say that.
Nur: I am so going to shoot him
DIishB: I will require a few things from you first
MWoF: Like what?
DIrishB: Rolling papaers, and my stash of weed you took from my last wednesday
MWoF: How about we let you have the stash you have now, and you help us, or masterful one
DIrishB: You drive a hard bargian
Nur: I want to shot him, still
DIrishB: Okay, I'll help you
MWoF: Good, let's go
The three of them leave.
Doc Comic walks back into the room.
Doc Comic:Guys, I got the beer, I mean, the liquid made from the earth. Guys? GUYS? Damn, I wanted to come with.